Now he began to move his tongue between his dry lips in little lizardy motions,

an hot and sanguineous affluxion

He'll headgame you till you're as stuck as he is,

Meanwihle[sic] at Winterfell, another overdone scheme designed mainly to surprise the audience. In the black of her chambers, Sansa brainstorms with Littlefinger what Arya could want. “After she murders you, what does she become?” he asks. To which Sansa does everything but gasp and spit-take, widening her eyes and saying like she’s just realizing it for the first time, “Lady of Winterfell.”